Two days passed quickly.

Bei Ming has been practicing quite comfortably these past two days.

Zhong Buyan did not appear in front of him again, and even if he thought about it, he would not dare to appear.

Liu Changze looked for him once in an aggressive manner, but Yuan Xue and Si Xiang were also at that street corner at that time, so he had to return slowly for fear of leaving a bad impression on Si Xiang.

On the third day, the Tianlong Festival arrived.

The residents of Fengyun Village have already started their activities before the morning sun rises. No matter how tight the situation at home is, they will find a more decent clothes to change into, and go to the well-decorated memorial hall early in the morning.

Waiting by the stage.

The altar is made of stone bricks made of gray stone that can be seen everywhere near Fengyun Village. It does not have much special features, but the huge stone that was moved to the center of the altar by more than ten middle-aged residents with difficulty is different.

It was a red boulder, and the dragon-shaped pattern on the front was lifelike. Even the most skilled carving master in the human world could not carve such a lifelike dragon on the boulder.

Bei Mingxiu observed the dragon carved on the stone not far away, which seemed to be leaping, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

This dragon is so lifelike that it bears a 70% resemblance to the phantom of the holy dragon that Gao Yangsong gathered in Liyang City and the short-lived Canglong that appeared in Momei Villa a few days ago. It seems that it is not a creature carved on stone.

The pattern is a real dragon. In the blink of an eye, this dragon can break away from the boulder and rush into the sky.

It's truly a marvelous workmanship.

It is indeed the most important artifact of the Tianlong Festival.

Bei Mingxiu was admiring in his heart when he suddenly heard a clear voice coming from behind him.

"Sister, look at that dragon, it feels like a real one!"

Yuan Xue dragged Si Xiang to the ceremony and pointed to the dragon stone carving on the altar. She was extremely excited, but Si Xiang's expression on the side showed a hint of reluctance.

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If you’re not going, why not just take a good look.”

Si Xiang did not comment and allowed Yuan Xue to pull him, which was his acquiescence.

Yuan Xue happily wanted to squeeze into the crowd, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Bei Mingxiu on the side. The smile on his face gradually disappeared as he stiffened, and he muttered: "You are here too."

Bei Mingxiu turned around and said, "Yes, are you disappointed?"

Yuan Xue looked away, hummed slightly, and pulled Si Xiang to stand not far from him.

In her opinion, this place is far away from the crowd. The senior sister likes peace and quiet, and it is relatively easy to accept stopping here to watch. It has nothing to do with Bei Mingxiu, who is not dead but is also nearby.

One of the two daughters of the Xuefeng Sword Sect is cold and aloof, while the other is charming and lively. Even though most of the villagers focused on the Tianlong Festival, they still attracted some attention.

Bei Mingxiu could even guess that Zhong Buyan must be watching the scenery not far away.

And the clock

Needless to say, I was watching from a short distance away.

Because he and Si Xiang were both present at this time, this sticky-handed figure with greased soles of his feet did not dare to approach at all. He could only watch from a distance to feast his eyes. If he wanted to get close to Yuan Xue, dozens of lives would not be enough.

He spent it.

A cold snort came from behind Bei Mingxiu.

Liu Shang held the sword at his waist, his face seemed a little pale with anger, he glanced at Si Xiang, and then did not hide the murderous intention in him.

These murderous intentions were directed only at Bei Mingxiu.

The Crazy Sword Sect occupies a position among the Wuzong sects with its arrogant and unparalleled sword skills. The word "crazy" has been emphasized in wielding the sword, and the murderous intention displayed between the blades is even more furious, as if it can chop the opponent into pieces.

Seventeen or eighty yuan cannot dispel the anger in him.

Bei Mingxiu just smiled faintly, and his sharp murderous intention was immediately eliminated.

Liu Chang was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stood not far behind Si Xiang, not forgetting to give Bei Mingxiu a hard look before moving.

The meaning of that glance was very clear.

If Miss Si hadn't been here, I would have cut you into pieces.

Bei Mingxiu didn't take him seriously.

The murderous intention just now was solid and unreal, and it was not at the same level as the knife he tried to kill two days ago. In his opinion, this must be a problem with his state of mind.

Maybe this mental block has something to do with him, but whether Liu Shang can see through it or not is his own business and has nothing to do with him.

Moreover, no matter whether he sees through it or not, he is not his opponent.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

Sikong Han and Sikong Ming, one on the left and one on the right, walked up to the altar with a middle-aged man in their arms.

The middle-aged man's clothes were not much different from those of ordinary villagers, but he had an air of grace and nobility, and one glance showed that he was not an ordinary person.

It was none other than the leader of Fengyun Village, Sikong Jing.

Sikong Jing looked at the villagers around the altar and said loudly: "Today is a happy day for Fengyun Village. It just so happens that there are so many outside friends who are willing to join in the fun. I believe that Lord Dragon God will definitely feel this year's Tianlong Festival.

Our piety…”

Sikong Jing's words were eloquent, and Yuan Xue felt drowsy after listening to them for a while, just like the feeling when the elders in the sect forced her to read a book, and she already regretted joining in the fun.

Si Xiang on the side said softly: "Ignorance."

Having gone through a lot of experience, she knew very well that the so-called gods and ghosts were mostly mortal demons or some acquired wisdom demons deified by foolish people, and dragon gods were even less likely to exist.

If you have studied the history of Zhongzhou Continent, whether you are a citizen of the human world or the demon world, you will know one fact very well.

The seven divine dragons have perished in ancient times, leaving only the blood of the dragon clan in the world.

It was obviously impossible for Maple Cloud Village to have existed since ancient times. This so-called dragon god was probably a monster like a snake demon, and she naturally hated it deeply.

Even if the dragon carving on that boulder really has some flavor.

I don’t know how long it took, but the altar was empty

Jing's words stopped abruptly.

The entire Fengyun Village was silent.

Bei Mingxiu set his sights outside the altar, on the small house engraved with dragon patterns, which was incompatible with the surrounding buildings at first glance.

The beggar told him the process of the Heavenly Dragon Sacrifice. After the leader of the village made a speech, the priest used the dragon-headed staff in his hand to channel the dragon carving, and the Heavenly Dragon Sacrifice officially began.

As for the priests from the single lineage of Fengyun Village, they should be preparing in that hut at this time.

The priests of Maple Cloud Village are definitely not the high-ranking beings in the Demon Realm who are worshiped by the public in the Demon City. Perhaps they are just charlatans.

The so-called channeling is probably some kind of Yi Sect method.

It's just that after a long time, the priest still didn't come out of the hut.

Some people in the crowd also started whispering.

At this time, Yuan Xue also curiously looked in the direction where everyone was staring. Although the Tianlong Festival was indeed boring, the villagers said that at least there was an old man who was a great dancer. Could it be possible that even this was omitted?

Sikong Jing looked at that place and frowned slightly.

Sikong Han said quickly: "Brother, I'm going to urge him. Lao Zhang has lived to be seventy or eighty years old, and his legs and feet may be a little inconvenient."

After saying that, he strode into the hut.

Almost as soon as he rushed into the hut, Sikong Han's furious shout burst out, causing many people's eardrums to hurt.

Bei Mingxiu couldn't help but cover his ears.

If Sikong Han had practiced Buddhist techniques such as the lion's roar, would he still be able to shock a large number of people to death?

But, what happened inside to make the second village leader so angry?

Just as he was thinking this, Sikong Han walked out of the hut, his face seemed to be engraved with the word "angry", and he looked like he had a blood feud with everyone. Yuan Xue, who originally thought that he would not bully women, couldn't help but look away.

, I didn’t even dare to look at his face, for fear of not being able to sleep at night.

Sikong Han's eyes moved around the crowd, and everyone he looked at avoided them.

The locals all know that if Sikong Han has an angry look on his face, he is really angry. The person he is angry with will definitely not get good results, and the practitioners from outside also have a general idea of ​​his temper, so all of a sudden, everything is different.

lonely.

Sikong Jing and Sikong Ming looked at him, wondering what it was that made him so angry.

Bei Mingxiu was also puzzled.

But at this moment, Sikong Han caught his figure from behind the crowd, the anger on his face suddenly burst out, he stepped down, jumped tens of meters high, and immediately slapped him with a palm.

"My surname is Zhou, I treat you as a friend in vain. If I don't cut you into pieces today, I won't call you Sikong Han!"
Chapter completed!